Chapter One
Chapter One The massive stone building loomed over the extensive grounds like a forbidding castle in some gothic novel. Club Shadowlands. Kari Wagner shook her head at the intimidating sight, at the thought of what the evening might hold. Beginners lessons at a private BDSM club. She’d gone insane. Really. Her mind had rotted completely away. Teaching high school, that’s what had caused her lapse in sanity. All those teenagers… Her date, Brian—or Buck, as he liked to be called—grabbed Kari’s arm and pulled her through the front door. She slipped a little, and his grip hardened. “Damn, you’re slow.” In the small entry room, a huge security guard stood behind a table, looking so ogrelike he was almost cute. “Good evening, sir, miss.” “Good evening.” Kari closed her mouth before she called him Shrek. He held out his hand. “Papers, please?” As Buck handed over the doctor’s certificates and money, Kari eased her arm away. She’d been attracted to his authoritative personality—so different from the usual men she dated—but he’d never been rough before. Then again, he didn’t know how to do this domination stuff any more than she did. The guard finished looking at the papers and handed them off to another man before saying, “I’ll take your jacket, sir. And miss? Please leave your shoes with me now.” “My shoes?” After a glance at the guy to see if he was serious—he was—Kari slipped off her orange sneakers. The guard patiently kept his hand outstretched until she handed over her Tigger-decorated socks also. A little snort of laughter escaped him. “Thank you, miss.” 2 Cherise Sinclair Buck’s pale brows drew together at the sight of the socks. “What the hell are you wearing?” Kari glanced down at her ankle-length denim dress. “Sorry. It was parent-teacher day, and my last set of parents arrived a half hour late. I didn’t have time to go home and change.” “Honestly, Kari, you dress like a five-year-old.” He straightened the lapels of his black suit. “Well, I used to teach kindergarten after all.” She laughed. “But my high-school students like my clothes too.” Besides, even if she’d had time to change, what would she have worn to a BDSM club? Some weird lacy corset thing? Surely they’d dated long enough for him to know her better than that. “Well, folks, have a pleasant evening.” Smiling, the guard pointed them toward a door on the right wall. Wait a minute. Kari frowned at her bare feet, then looked at the man. “Excuse me, but why is Buck allowed to keep his shoes on?” The guard blinked. “Did I make a mistake? Which one of you is the Dom or Domme?” “I am.” Buck gave her a disgusted look. “Just be quiet, Kari. Don’t talk at all.” She bit back her first response—and the second—and settled for a nod. Buck might look like Prince Charming—tall, slim, blond—but his manners needed a little work. Still, she should give him a break. If he wasn’t Mr. Perfect Dominating Man, she wasn’t exactly a ten on the Gorgeous Submissive Woman scale, right? In fact, considering her conservative upbringing, this whole evening was probably doomed to failure. Before they reached the door, Buck yanked her to his side, his fingers digging into her skin. “There will be other Doms here and other beginners. Remember you’re with me. Don’t talk to anyone else. Don’t look at anyone else.” “Got it. Now let go of me.” With an exasperated sigh, she pried his hand from her arm, then followed him into a large office with lush dark brown carpeting and creamy white walls. An antique desk and office equipment took up the far side of the room. In the right corner, several big men and two women, all dressed in gold-trimmed leather clothing, eyed her and Buck before returning to quiet conversation. The center of the room held a sitting area occupied by two men. One was a tall, broad-shouldered man with silvering dark hair wearing European-tailored black slacks and a black silk shirt. His dark gray eyes had focused on her and Buck the minute they walked through the door. Now, he tilted his head toward the couch across from him. “That’s got to be Master Z,” Buck hissed as they crossed the room. “All this is his. You watch your mouth and don’t speak unless I give you permission.” Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 3 She did exactly that, closing her mouth over her impulse to tell him where to go. He meant well, and she wasn’t going to leave before she found out more about this bondage stuff and why it excited her so much. In black leathers, the other man looked downright dangerous: hard-faced with an equally hard body, open vest stretching over broad shoulders. Black hair slightly curling to the nape of his neck, potent brown eyes, the shadow of a beard along a stern jaw. If Buck was the golden prince, this man was the dark one. When the men rose, Kari froze, feeling like a mouse confronted by lions. Mouth dry, she managed to move forward and smile. “Buck,” the gray-eyed one said in a smooth, deep voice. “Welcome to the Shadowlands. I am Master Z.” He shook hands with Buck and then Kari. His warm hand engulfed her cold fingers as he studied her for a moment. “Welcome, Kari.” She opened her mouth, remembered not to speak, and smiled instead. Master Z nodded to the other man. “This is Master Dan.” The man nodded, shook hands with Buck, and then took Kari’s hand, his grip much gentler than she’d expected. When she looked up, his dark brown eyes trapped hers. He didn’t leer or do anything other than look at her, yet she felt a flush rise into her face. She pulled her hand back and looked down. She could still feel his penetrating gaze. “Please be seated,” Master Z said. He waited for everyone to sit, then resumed his seat. He tapped the coffee table where their medical records and questionnaires were spread. “Your papers are in order. You’re both free of any disease.” He glanced at her and Buck. “The rules of the Shadowlands are simple. Don’t touch anything or anyone that doesn’t belong to you without permission. Do not interfere in someone else’s scene. The equipment is here for your use, and after your introductory class tonight, there are private rooms upstairs, also for your use.” He nodded to the men in the corner. “Dungeon monitors—DMs—supervise activities and are available to answer questions or even to help as needed. Watch for the gold trim or an orange badge.” His gaze turned to Kari. “Here at the Shadowlands, use the term ‘Master’ for those in authority over you: me, the DMs, and possibly, your Dom. When in doubt, address any Dom as Sir or Ma’am.” “I understand. Thank you,” she said without thinking and winced at Buck’s glare. Dan Sawyer half listened to Master Z while he sized up the two people who would be in his charge. The bland-faced man with pale blond hair and blue eyes. About five-eleven and a lanky one-seventy in a black suit. He had a narrow mouth with more frown lines than laugh lines and checked his date frequently as if afraid she’d disappear. 4 Cherise Sinclair The woman wasn’t beautiful, but compellingly pretty. Midtwenties. Wide blue eyes and hair the rich brown color of Guinness. A soft pink mouth bracketed by faint lines, showing she knew how to laugh and did it often. She was little, about five-four, and definitely not slender. Her long dress couldn’t conceal her very lush curves despite being buttoned right up to the top. Interesting choice of attire for the club. Was she modest? Probably. He studied the way she’d pulled her hair into a tight French braid. Modest and conservative. Huh. He rubbed his chin and studied her further. Had she wanted to be in a BDSM club, or had her date dragged her? Maybe he had, considering the way she was rubbing her arm. Shaking his head, Dan leaned back in his chair. Looked like this couple would bear watching. She’d be a pleasure to watch. To see tremble. To see helpless need in those big eyes. To see… He set his imagination aside. Wherever those thoughts had come from, they were out of place. He was a teacher tonight. A roar of laughter from the corner caught his attention, and he glanced at the other DMs for beginners’ nights. All had been Dominants for years, all trustworthy men and women. Some with their own submissives, some, like Dan, without. A few were looking for a new sub to train. Dan wasn’t. There were plenty of subs begging for his use, and he frequently enjoyed one for an evening, but his interest in long-term commitments had died with his wife three years ago. No one could replace his Marion. “Then you’re ready to start.” Master Z’s voice broke into Dan’s thoughts. Lecture was over; time to get the puppies moving. Dan rose. “Come with me. I’ll show you around the club and answer questions until your class begins.” And like puppies, they followed him across the room, obediently at first. Then Dan heard the man whispering and turned. He caught a few words: “…stay right beside…guys trying to grab themselves a woman…saw how he looked at you. You belong to me…I’m in charge.” “Uh-huh.” The woman rolled her eyes and tried to move away. Buck grabbed her arm hard enough that she winced. His voice rose. “Are you listening to me?” Having once been married, Dan could have told him those were fighting words. And yes, Kari’s face turned pink with anger. She yanked her arm away and stepped back. “Yes, I’m listening, and I don’t like what I hear. I’m going home.” Buck’s face darkened. “Don’t be childish. You knew this was going to—” She spun on her heel, headed for the door. He grabbed her wrist. “Look, honey, I’m sorry. Maybe I—” “Let me go!” She tried to pry his hand off and failed. Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 5 Oh, hell, Dan thought. The guy apparently didn’t understand the basic fuck off! she’d put so politely. “Let her go.” Dan set his hand on the wannabe Dom’s shoulder, tightening his fingers until the man flinched and released her. “If she doesn’t want to continue, you can’t force her,” Dan said. He glanced at the girl. “Kari, do you want to leave?” “Yes. I do,” she said. From the pissed-off look in her big blue eyes, she’d crossed the dude off her date list. Smart move, sweetie. Did she have a ride home? “Did you come together or—” “Separately,” she said. “Then I’ll walk you to your car.” And prevent any altercations in the parking lot. “Buck, if you want to continue, go on in.” The man stood there for a minute, then scowled at his date. “Fine. I’m going to take the class, since I already put out the money. I’ll call you later, and we’ll talk. I would have taken good care of you. You’re not being reasonable at all.” Straightening his suit coat, he headed for the door to the main club room. “Well, then.” Dan looked down at his charge. She was rubbing her arm again. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” Startled, she looked up and he caught his breath at the hint of pain in her eyes, at the vulnerability. The need. His body responded as if she’d been stripped and tied to his bed. Damn. “Um. Yes, thank you very much. I’m sorry about this,” she said, her voice was melodic, a little husky. And so very polite. What would it take to break through the politeness to the woman beneath? “No problem.” He nodded toward the front door. But as they passed the sitting area, Z lifted a hand, stopping them. “Kari, sit down, please.” She took a seat and folded her hands in her lap, all prim and proper except for the pink toes peeking out from under her dress. “I see you and your date have parted ways,” Z said. “But you obviously had an interest in this lifestyle or you would not be here. Am I correct?” Her eyes dropped, and she nodded slightly. “Excellent.” Master Z continued, “Since that is the case, Master Dan, could you secure her a drink and see if she would like to continue tonight’s class with you?” The woman’s head jerked up. “Continue? But…” Z’s glance at Dan was filled with amusement before he said, “Indeed, continue. Master Dan has far more experience and is far more gentle than your…other choice.” Z’s voice lowered, commanded, “Look at him now.” 6 Cherise Sinclair Instant compliance. Submissive. Innocent. Temptingly lovely. Before he could stop himself, Dan held his hand out. “We’ll go discuss it, Kari. Come.” Again, that appealing obedience. As he curled his fingers around the cold little hand, he could only think about the next time he would order her to come. With his fingers inside her and his mouth on her clit, yes, she would most surely come. Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 7
Chapter Two
Chapter Two Oh God, what was she doing? The man’s grasp enfolded her hand. Master Dan. She didn’t even know his last name. They crossed the room, heading toward a heavy wooden door. She halted abruptly. “Kari?” She looked up. Good grief, he was even bigger than Buck. Somewhere over six feet, but when you’re short, anything over six feet was hard to judge. His shoulders were beyond broad. Like the other men in the room, his gold-trimmed black leather vest had nothing under it. Well, nothing except muscles and more muscles and a sprinkling of black chest hair. His biceps bulged, and his forearms appeared almost as thick. The leathers he wore for pants were—wow, really tight. When her gaze managed to move back up to his face, he smiled, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes. Her face heated, and she knew her pale skin reddened. “You’re allowed to look, sweetheart,” he murmured, running a finger down her hot cheek. “I enjoy having your eyes on me.” His eyes were a dark, dark brown, his face tanned and hard looking until he smiled. But when he didn’t… She remembered the hard look on his face when he had grabbed Buck. She bit her lip. Go home, she told herself. Now. He started to push the door open. “No. Wait, please.” She held up her hand. “If it wouldn’t inconvenience you, might I take a minute to think?” 8 Cherise Sinclair “Take all the time you need.” Crossing his arms, he leaned one shoulder against the wall, amusement in his eyes. Just standing here beside him wasn’t going to work. Shoot, even Madame Curie wouldn’t be able to think with that man looking at her. Kari turned her back and paced across the room. Stay or not? That was the basic question for tonight. So check the facts. If she simply went home, nothing would change. Her life would go on. She’d never know if she might have learned something that would make a difference in her sex life. Nothing else had. How many relationships had failed due to her lack of interest in sex? She’d thought her basic personality or body created the problem. But the excitement she felt hearing about domination—heck, just the word itself—had been amazing. A revelation in a way. She could definitely get aroused. But this BDSM stuff appeared very, very strange. Kinky. And she wasn’t a kinky person in the least. Shoot, the school nuns had used her as an example of model behavior. “Why can’t you be more like Kari? She’s polite. She follows the rules.” Well, following the rules in the bedroom wasn’t working too well for her, now was it? She reached the end of the room and turned around. Master Dan hadn’t moved, his patience apparently inexhaustible. Nonetheless, she needed to figure this out, pros and cons, and reach a decision. In the Go Home column: First, she didn’t know nearly enough about this stuff. She scowled as she paced back. Her home computer had died last month—stupid technology—and she couldn’t afford to replace it yet. She sure couldn’t research BDSM on the school computer. So she only knew the tidbits Buck had doled out. Her mouth tightened. She hated being ignorant. Second: She didn’t know this man at all. How dangerous was that? She could just imagine, all her friends and family mourning around her grave. The tombstone would read Kari Wagner, Died of Sheer Stupidity. In the Stay Here column: It would be almost as bad to have her grave marker read Died of Terminal Bedroom Boredom. Unmarried and childless. There was a darned good reason she wanted to try this stuff, after all. As for knowing the man? She glanced at Master Z. The owner had leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, watching her pace. He was no dummy, and he’d basically recommended Master Dan. And Master Dan sure wasn’t anything like Buck. She pursed her lips. She considered that a major bonus, right there. What about being ignorant? Well, she might be, but she had a feeling that Master Dan knew all about the subject of domination. Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 9 She stopped in front of the door to the bar, could hear the sounds of classical music and muted conversation. If she left now, she’d never have the courage to return. Her head said no. Her heart said go for it. Master Dan straightened. She placed her hand in his. Go it was. “Nervous?” he asked softly. “A bit.” No point in hiding the truth. Considering her heart was trying to pound through her chest, he could probably hear the noise. “Let me make it easier. Right now, all we will do is go into the club room and talk. Can you trust me that far?” Just talk in a bar. She could handle that. “Okay. The bar.” “Good girl.” His eyes softened. Opening the door, he escorted her through, setting a warm hand low on her back. Once inside, Kari paused to look around. The huge room boasted a circular bar in the center, and wrought iron circular stairs in the corners. Groups of plants sectioned the tables and overstuffed couches into secluded sitting areas. Flickering wall sconces and glass chandeliers hanging from low rafters provided shadowy light and made the hardwood floor gleam. A scattering of people occupied the couches and bar stools. To Kari’s relief, no one was doing weird things or having sex on the floor. Leathers, latex, and skimpy dresses seemed the attire of choice—nothing too outlandish. He followed her gaze. “Beginners tend to dress conservatively. You’ll see a big difference when the regular club members are here on Saturday.” As they crossed the room, Kari spotted Buck at the bar. Her step faltered. He noticed her, and his face lit up. Then he saw Master Dan with his arm around her, and his mouth compressed so hard his lips disappeared. To her relief, he didn’t approach. She would hate to be the cause of a scene, or even the center of attention. Without speaking, Master Dan slid his hand up to her waist and moved her closer, his nearness comforting. Once past the bar, he found an unoccupied sitting area. Taking the very center of the couch, he pulled her down beside him. He smelled of subtly dark cologne, of soap…of man. And she was way too close. She tried to shift away, only to realize he’d wedged her between him and the arm of the couch. “Does it bother you to sit beside me?” he asked, leaning back and studying her. His leg against her thigh was hard, ungiving. Did he expect her to be rude? “Um, no, of course not.” Trying to ignore the feeling of being crowded, she tipped her foot up, wiggled her toes. Why was she barefoot anyway? 10 Cherise Sinclair “Look at me.” He put gentle fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet his level gaze. “Kari, part of the adventure is being honest with each other. When I ask you a question, I want an honest answer, not a polite one.” He smiled slightly. His fingers were warm as his thumb traced little circles on her cheek. “Let me show you what I’d like.” He pitched his voice a little higher and said, “Master Dan, when I realized I was between you and the couch arm, I felt trapped. Like I can’t retreat if I want to.” His voice returned to its natural subterranean deepness. “Is that about right?” How did he know that? He kept watching her with those intent eyes, and each stroke of his thumb across her skin left heat in its wake. He lifted his dark brows. “Kari?” “Yes,” she said almost inaudibly. “That’s how I feel.” The admission left her feeling as if she’d undressed in front of him, and she tried to look away. He tipped her head back, let her see the pleasure on his face. “Good girl. I can tell that wasn’t easy for you.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. Her lips tingled although the touch had been fleeting, a tiny hint of pleasure. Dan studied the little newbie. Nervous as a burglar who’d tripped an alarm. And so polite. Her hands lay in her lap, laced together. “May I ask you some questions?” He massaged her cold little fingers as he waited for her reply. “Of course. May I ask questions also?” She fidgeted. He watched her fidget. His deliberate intrusion into her personal space definitely set her off balance. “I hope you will since that’s my job tonight, being an instructor. So what do you do when you’re not in a wicked house of sin?” “I’m a—” She hesitated, stiffening a little. Smart girl, not blurting out too much personal information. Caution wasn’t a bad thing. “Ah. Never mind that. Why don’t you tell me about the assh—about Buck? I’m assuming he’s not your husband.” “No!” Obviously horrified, she frowned at him. “I wouldn’t have gone with you if I were married.” “Good to hear. Just a boyfriend, then?” And hadn’t the man looked steamed there at the bar. Dan automatically checked his surroundings. All clear. “I was dating him.” She studied her fingers. “He’s usually a nice man. I’m not sure why he was like that tonight.” The idea of dominance brought out more than just true Dominants. Perverts, control freaks, and general assholes were plentiful. “You need to be careful about who you trust when you’re getting into any kind of power exchange. That’s why the class is Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 11 restricted to this room tonight. No one goes anywhere private.” He put his arm across her shoulders, pulling her closer. Curves and softness. Delightful. “Have you ever been married?” “No. Engaged once, but it didn’t work out.” The muscles around her eyes tightened…a past hurt? Before he could quiz her, she asked hastily, “How about you? Are you married or involved?” The unexpected question stabbed through him, and he forced his voice to stay even. “No. My wife died a few years ago. A car accident.” “I’m so sorry.” She laid her hand on his cheek. “Do you have children?” He shook his head. “She wanted to wait. She said she was having too much fun to want to slow down.” At times, he could be grateful he wasn’t responsible for a child; other times, he ached for someone to love. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “Thank you.” Her sympathy touched him inside, lightened the heavy feeling in his gut. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the center. She smiled at him, her eyes gentle…and pulled her hand back. Her retreat returned him to the present. So the little miss might be shy, but not when someone needed comfort. “Um—Mas—” “So many worries. If ‘Master Dan’ feels awkward, call me Sir. Any other designation here will get you in trouble.” She frowned. “All right, but—” He interrupted, taking her hand. “So, Kari. We get a variety of people on beginners’ nights. Some have used bondage and such at home, sometimes for years. Do you have any experience at all?” “Not really. I…we…Buck wanted to tie my hands, and I wouldn’t let him.” Her muscles tensed, and she tugged at her hand. “I probably don’t belong here. Not really. I’m not—” He chuckled but didn’t release her hand or move his arm from her shoulders. “You know, if someone like Buck tried to tie me up, I’d run for the hills. All that shows is your body has better taste in men than your mind.” She blinked. Relaxed a little. “What does your body say about being with me?” he asked. “Do you feel safe?” Glancing away from him, she considered, and her brows drew together. “Pretty much. Yes.” She sounded surprised. “All right then. Now tell me about your fiancé. Did you two try anything?” Her lips curved up. “Oh, no. The thought would have appalled him.” He traced a finger over her plump lips, and her gaze darted to him. “So no experience at all. Why are you here?” 12 Cherise Sinclair She looked down, pulled in a long breath, and raised those gorgeous eyes back to his. “Buck told me about domination and bondage, and I didn’t realize real people do…it. I’ve never been that interested in sex, but when I heard about this, I was…” “Turned on?” She nodded. “But honestly, I don’t think this will work for me. I’m very… I’m not the type of person who—” “You’re modest. Polite. Obey the rules.” Relief at being understood showed in her eyes. “Yes. Exactly. My father was quite devout and very strict with my sister and me. Catholic girls’ school, no dating in high school, no makeup. She rebelled; I was the good daughter.” She gave him a sidelong look. “I’m very repressed.” He laughed. Not so repressed that she’d lost her sense of humor. Still, that explained a lot. Dan fingered her tight French braid, glanced at the dress buttoned to her neck. She wouldn’t find this easy. “So you see, I’m probably wasting your time. I’m very sorry.” Now he knew about her background, he thought she’d been brave just to come here. Should he let her go? He thought about the way her eyes had heated at just a simple command. “Let’s talk a little longer and see.” Her foot pointed to the door, but her fingers still gripped his hand. She wanted and didn’t want. Did she have any idea how that type of dichotomy could entice a Dom? “All right.” She raised her chin. “All right,” he echoed. “We’ve established you have no experience. How about fantasies?” Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 13
Chapter Three
Chapter Three Kari felt herself turn red. “Well, she has fantasies.” He grinned. “Good. A gorgeous barbarian chasing you down and taking you against your will? Have you had that one?” “I—” She bit her lower lip. Was she wearing an I-have-kinky-dreams brand or something? “I would enjoy chasing you; I wonder if you’d enjoy being caught?” His hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so he could kiss her. Ever so lightly, his mouth teased hers, coaxing her to respond. He had firm lips, but smooth, and she moved closer, wanting more. He traced her lips with his tongue, nibbled on her bottom lip, and when she opened for him, he swept inside, sending her senses reeling. When he pulled back, her fingers were clamped on his upper arms. She fought to catch her breath. A furnace seemed to have started in her body. God, she wanted to kiss him some more. He smiled and traced her wet lips with his finger. “Save our place,” he whispered. Kari blinked, realized a woman stood beside the couch, her gaze on the floor. She wore a red latex corset, a short black skirt, and wrist cuffs. How long had she been standing there? “Tabitha.” “Master Dan, may I bring you and your companion something to drink?” “Kari, what would you like? No, let me see how close I can get.” He studied her, and a crease appeared in his cheek with his smile. “It would have to be like you. Sweet. Not exotic, but straightforward. Honest. A screwdriver or perhaps rum and Coke?” Her jaw dropped. “Rum and Diet Coke. How did you know?” 14 Cherise Sinclair He nodded at Tabitha, and the young woman disappeared. “Yes, let’s talk about that. Part of a Dominant-submissive relationship is—” His eyes glinted with amusement. “Ah, even the words make you blush. Such a lovely pink.” And she could feel her face turning redder with the compliment, darn him. She’d taken her turn at teaching sex education classes and never blushed once. Why now? “Dominant. Submissive,” he said clearly. “Say the words for me, Kari.” Well, that wasn’t asking too much, considering where she was. “Dominant. Submissive,” she said, managing to speak a little louder than a whisper—maybe not much. His smile was like a reward. “Good. Shall I give you a harder assignment? I am a Dominant.” He tilted his head at her to finish. “I—I—” But she wasn’t. Not really… Was she? It was one thing to be thinking about being, well, controlled in bed, and quite another to apply an actual label to herself. Labels had meaning. And made everything far too real. This was just supposed to be…an experiment. “Mmmph, that is a hard admission, not one you are ready for. Let’s put a limit on it then. For the next hour, until nine o’clock, I am a Dominant.” She could do an hour. In fact, that’s exactly what she wanted to do. “For the next hour, until nine o’clock, I am a submissive,” she said firmly. And she shivered. That smile again. “Brave girl.” Tabitha arrived with their drinks, set them on the table quietly, and departed without a word. “Is she a submissive?” He handed over her drink, took his. “Yes. In training here.” Training. You had to train to be ordered around? The skin around his eyes crinkled with humor. “You’re here for three evenings of classes.” He stroked his knuckles along her jaw. “Training is for those wanting to go deeper into the lifestyle, not something you need to worry about.” “Okay. Good.” She sipped her drink, blinked at the strength, and sipped again. “How many people end up drunk?” “None.” He drank some of his, clear as water, and set it back on the table. “Master Z limits everyone to two drinks.” Now how could they enforce that? Then she remembered how Sir’s big hand had gripped Buck’s shoulder, and she felt a tickle of laughter. Enforcement obviously wasn’t a problem. And she should pay for her own drink. She fumbled at the pocket of her dress where she’d tucked her key and some money. “The barmaid didn’t say what my rum and Coke cost.” “No cost. Drinks are included in membership fees, or for you, the price of the class.” Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 15 Oh. She put her hands back in her lap. “What happens now?” “Now we simply talk about what suits your needs.” She stared down into her drink, watching the bubbles. His silence had her looking up, right into his observant eyes. “Needs is another word that bothers you,” he said. “Talking about sex isn’t something you do, is it?” What, did he have some sort of view into her head? “It wasn’t an acceptable topic of conversation when I was growing up, no.” Her father could expound for hours on purity and innocence without ever saying the sex word. “Mmmph, in that case, let me run through some options, and we’ll take it from there.” Options sounded good. Were there options that were the equivalent of sticking one toe in the water? She took another sip of her drink. “All right.” “I have one request first.” A request in this place might involve just about anything. She eyed him warily. Nodded. “Can I get you to sit on my lap while we talk?” He ran a finger over her lower lip, slowly, and she grew aware of how soft her own lips were. His mouth curved up in a wicked smile. “I promise not to put my hands anywhere you don’t want them.” “But why would I sit on your lap?” “Sweetheart, it will make it easier for you; sex isn’t something to be discussed at arm’s length, now is it?” Sex. With him. She might consider this evening an experiment, but sex wasn’t that way. It was personal. He’d be touching her. Intimately. But she wanted this; she really did. “All right.” She set her drink on the table and rose to her feet, smoothing her dress down. He slid into her place. Reclining back against the armrest, he put his legs up and pulled her into his lap. With her feet still on the floor, she sat stiffly until he laughed and pulled her down against his chest, her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Sit on his lap? This was more like snuggling…and pretty nice. After a moment, she let her hand rest on his bare chest where the vest had fallen away. She ruffled the crisp hair, tracing her fingers over the hard contours of his chest. He was so darned big, she actually felt tiny next to him—well, on top of him—like her weight was nothing to him. His voice rumbled through his chest. “There we go. You fit into my arms very nicely—a nice, soft armful.” His obvious enjoyment warmed her, made her feel feminine and attractive, something she’d been missing for a while now. For two years, actually, since Curt had left her for some hot, skinny artist. 16 Cherise Sinclair “What was that thought?” Dan asked. She could feel his fingers in her hair, unpinning the French braid. “Noth—” “Kari.” She could hear the warning in his voice, and somehow she didn’t want to disappoint him. “I was thinking about my ex-fiancé.” “And?” “And how fat and frigid he made me feel, okay?” she snapped and tried to sit up, but he tucked an arm across her waist and held her in place. Easily. “Stay here, little one.” He laughed, a low, growling sound. “You have a temper buried under all that politeness. I wonder what else is buried down there.” “I’m sorry.” He’d only been nice to her, and she’d lashed out. “I’m not. You know, with both the temper and the worries about your size, you remind me of Z’s sub. Personally I like women with some padding. I like lush.” He stroked up to just under her breasts, and she froze. “And curvy.” He ran his hand across her hip, squeezed her bottom, continued down her thigh. Everywhere his hand touched, her skin wakened like spring after a hard winter, and warmth washed through her. “You have the loveliest fair skin,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down her arm. “Soft and creamy, and those pillowy lips of yours would tempt an angel to sin. I’m no angel.” His hand tangled in her loose hair, tipping her head back, and his mouth settled on hers. His lips were firm, demanding, opening hers and taking possession without mercy. When he pulled back, she was breathing hard, her hand fisted in his vest. God, the man could kiss. “And only an idiot would call you cold,” he murmured. “Now, back to business. First of all, I need to find out what kind of a submissive you might be. I think I know, but let’s be sure.” “Submissives come in different types?” How could she know so little? When she got home, she was going to take a hammer to that stupid dead computer. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can we try multiple choice?” He laughed. “All right. A: You want to serve a master, making him meals, doing whatever he wants, around the house or in bed. B: You want to play a role for a short time, be a schoolgirl or a secretary, but you’d set up your own rules with your top—ah, the person in charge. C: You want to give up control for sex but not especially for anything else. D: You like pain and want someone to deal it out.” That was quite a list. “People really want all those different things?” “Oh, definitely. That was just the short list.” He tugged on her hair. “Give me a letter, sweetheart.” Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 17 Well, she knew what she wanted. Why the heck couldn’t she be as blasé about sex as her friends were? She wet her lips. “C. We—I came here—” She sighed. “C.” “Good enough,” he said easily. “Choice C for sex.” At least he hadn’t jumped up and yelled, You want what? in horror. She realized her fingernails were digging into his side and made her hand relax. Taking hold of her hips, he moved her lower on his lap and slid his arm tighter around her until his hand settled under her breasts. His other hand stroked her neck, her collarbone. She sighed in pleasure, squirming a little to get even closer, and froze when she realized what she was squirming on. He was not only hard; he was huge. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Don’t be sorry about giving someone pleasure, sweetling.” His fingers played with her hair that spilled down her front. Somehow several buttons on her dress had come undone, and his hand dropped to rest on the beginning swell of her breast with his other hand just below. One above, one below, like he was holding her breasts captive between the two. Why did that seem erotic? “How do you feel about being told what to do in bed?” She caught her breath as the image sent a wave of heat through her. “Um.” But he didn’t wait for her answer, just murmured, “That’s a go.” A second later, he moved his hand from below her breasts and slid it into her dress where more buttons had come undone. His hand settled back to where it had been before, only now his warm palm lay directly on her naked skin, grazing the lower edge of her breasts. She stiffened and then forced herself to relax. She was here for sex, right? “Some people like being tied down, kept from moving while their partner pleasures them.” She managed not to squeak. “Your body likes that idea.” Another pause and she realized she was rubbing her thighs together and stopped immediately. Tied up for sex. Being ordered around was one thing, but restrained with ropes or handcuffs? Too much. She hadn’t liked the idea at all when Buck had tried it. “No,” she said shakily. “I think you’re wrong.” “Let’s see.” He touched his lips to hers, kissed her sweetly, thoroughly, his tongue tangling with hers. When he drew back, she smiled with pleasure. “That’s called vanilla sex,” he murmured. Suddenly he gripped her wrists with hard hands, holding her so she couldn’t move. “And this is nonvanilla sex.” He took her mouth again, plunging deeply, possessing her ruthlessly. When she tried to move, his grip tightened on her arms, holding her in place. She couldn’t move. Every nerve in her body shocked to life as if lightning struck her. Arousal seared through her. She bit back a moan. 18 Cherise Sinclair He released her, quirking a cynical eyebrow. Deep inside, her body shook like a palm tree in a tropical storm. What was happening to her? She pulled in a breath. “That didn’t…” Her voice trailed off. She was lying to herself and to him. “You’re right.” “I like your honesty.” Wrapping his arms around her again, he stroked her back. Her cheek rested on his bare chest. His heart beat in a slow, relaxing rhythm, and her own pulse slowed as the claws of desire unhooked from her. “On your last night, you’ll have to take a look at the costumes the members wear,” he said conversationally. It’s pretty amazing some of the things people put on. Of course, since it’s beginners’ night, tonight’s attire is pretty sedate.” As he talked, he slid one hand into her dress again, nestling up against her breasts, the other resuming its place just under her collarbone. “You know, some people like a little pain now and then: spanking, pinching, tiny punishments.” It was as if he were having this conversation with himself, except the images he was putting into her head were just… A man spanking her bare bottom? Jeez, no. And yet, she actually felt herself dampen. “Mmm-hmm, yes, I think you’ll need a little reprimand now and then.” Her breath hitched. He wouldn’t really, now would he? He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “You smell good, little sub. Like soap and flowers and…woman. And your hair is as long and silky as any man could want.” Okay, she’d just lie here all night, snuggled into his naked chest, and let him talk to her with that low, low voice. Listening to him was better than having sex with—with anyone she’d ever been with before. “You know, some people like more pain: being whipped hard, pins inserted under their skin, hot wax dripped on them.” She froze. That… He wouldn’t. She shoved against his chest, tried to get free. “No, that’s not for you. Definitely not.” Body stiff, she tried to slide off him. One arm held her tight against him as his other hand stroked her hair as if he were petting a cat, settling her down. “Truthfully, Kari, I don’t like the hardcore S and M either. Real pain doesn’t turn me on, and I can see you feel the same.” She took a breath and let herself relax. A little. “Do people really do that? Here?” “Yes. You’ll see some of that, maybe on Wednesday, definitely on Saturday. It’s not something you need to do if you’re not into it.” “Well, that’s good. Thank you.” He was so warm and his arms so comforting that when he tilted her head back for another kiss, she didn’t resist at all. Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 19 Pulling back, he looked her in the eyes and said, “If anytime, anything I do or we do goes beyond what you can stand, then you say ‘red,’ and everything stops. That’s your safe word, sweetheart. Red. Make sense?” Cool. She could stop everything when she wanted. The sense of relief mingled with confusion. That didn’t seem like she was giving up much control. He kissed her again, and his big hand slid up to cover her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple. Each touch sent zings of intense sensation spearing through her until she was squirming again. “Kari, the safe word is for pain. Or something you absolutely can’t stand. You use it for anything less, and the night is over. I pack you up, and you go home.” His intent gaze trapped hers. “I am going to give you what you want, not what your mama told you is proper. I’m going to push your limits, sweetie.” He nuzzled her until his lips were against her ear. “And you’re going to scream as you come over and over again.” She gasped, could feel her nipples harden, and so could he, considering his hand was right there on her breast. He chuckled, sucked on her earlobe, and sent chills chasing across her skin. “Ahem.” Behind them, a woman cleared her throat. Kari jerked to a sitting position, embarrassed at her behavior in public. What had she been thinking? A DM in a gold-trimmed black bustier and black latex leggings stood by the couch. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said, her lips curving up. Sir sighed. “Olivia. You, as always, have a crappy sense of timing. What?” “Z said you are to participate in the newbie class. Both of you. Raoul’s waiting for you.” “Well, hell. We’ll be there.” Sir looked at Kari. “Up you go,” he said briskly, pushing her to her feet. “You’ll enjoy this, I think. At least the last part of the class.” He buttoned her dress, his fingers sliding into the gaps, teasing her sensitive skin, making her regret the interruption. When he was finished, he ran his knuckles across her breasts, up and down over her jutting nipples. He grinned and murmured, “Guess you’re just cold, huh?” She couldn’t keep the laugh bottled up. They joined the thirty-or-so beginners milling around at the end of the bar. To Kari’s surprise, the couples included not only male-female, but also gays and lesbians. With one heterosexual couple, the man wore cuffs and a collar. So men could be submissive? Too strange. Then a gleam of blond hair caught Kari’s gaze, and her eyes met Buck’s. Grinning, he started toward her and then spotted Master Dan. A scowl darkened his long face, but he stopped. Even as Kari breathed a sigh of relief, guilt welled within her. She’d arrived with him; she should still be with him. 20 Cherise Sinclair “All right, people, let’s get started.” The dungeon monitor teaching the class was an inch or two shorter than Sir, but so thickly muscled he looked like he could pick up her car without breaking a sweat. “Master Dan,” he said. “I’ve got a shy crowd here, and I want to run through some basic bondage. Bring your sub up here.” What? Sir’s arm tightened, and he swept her along, despite her attempt at planting her feet. “Don’t worry, sweetling. This is show-and-tell with all your clothes on and no sex.” Well, she was used to being in front of people, if teenage students counted as people, something she rather doubted. She shouldn’t have a problem with this. Master Dan nodded at the teacher. “Kari, this is Master Raoul.” She smiled at the man. Was she permitted to talk? Sir hadn’t said. As if he’d read her mind, he murmured, “Say hello, sweetheart.” “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said. “Hello, Kari.” The DM gave her a slow, appreciative look before frowning at Sir. “You always were Z’s favorite.” “I know.” Master Dan flashed a wicked grin. “So get moving. I have other things to do tonight.” “I bet.” Turning back to the class, Master Raoul picked up a pair of metal handcuffs from the bar top. “This is the basic handcuff. Adequate, but if you get your sub excited and she yanks on them, she’ll have nasty bruises for a few days. And it’s easy to get them too tight. With these, as with all restraints, be sure you check the circulation frequently. Doms, this is a biggie; if you restrain someone, you never leave them alone.” He set the handcuffs down and held up leather wrist cuffs with buckles. “Much more comfortable and safer for circulation. If your sub deserves it, you can even buy lined ones. Master Dan, if you would demonstrate.” Master Dan took the cuffs and held out one hand. “Give me your wrist, Kari,” he said. Her heart gave a hard thud, and she hesitated. His eyebrows rose. “Now, Kari.” Her hand plopped into his before she’d come up with all the reasons she should say no. He buckled first one, then the other cuff on, running a finger under to be certain they were snug but not tight. Pulling her wrists in front of her, he hooked the cuffs together. The commanding look in his eyes and the feel of his firm hands on her arms made her stomach quiver and heat pool in her lower half. When he finished, he stepped back, studying her face. His lips curved in a hard smile. Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 21 Trying to ignore the dampness seeping between her thighs, she yanked at the cuffs. She definitely couldn’t get free of them, but still, this wasn’t all that scary. Her hands were in front of her; she could defend herself. Master Raoul nodded. “Basic restraint. Hands in front, but not very intimidating. Leaves a lot of room for evasion. Dan?” To Kari’s shock, Master Dan set his hand on one breast, cupping her firmly. Even as a thrill rushed through her, she instinctively knocked his fingers off with her cuffed hands and glared at him. “Not a very obedient sub you have there,” Master Raoul commented dryly as the group laughed. Oh, heavens, had she embarrassed him? She shouldn’t have reacted without thinking. Kari risked a glance. Although he didn’t smile, his cheek creased, and his eyes were amused as he unclipped her wrists. “Hands behind the back will help solve that little aggression problem,” Master Raoul said. Master Dan stepped behind Kari and clipped the cuffs together at the small of her back. This time, she yanked at them unsuccessfully, and a shiver ran through her at the helpless feeling. With her hands behind her back, she could do nothing to— “And as you see, your sub is much more manageable,” Master Raoul said. Master Dan’s hard chest pressed against her back as he reached around her, one arm securing her waist. His other hand closed on her breast. She jumped, squeaked, and couldn’t move, couldn’t get free as he caressed her, his fingers sending erotic sensations swirling through her. 22 Cherise Sinclair
Chapter Four
Chapter Four Dan felt Kari’s heart pound as his fingers stroked her full breasts. He could also feel the way her nipples tightened. Arousal flushed her neck. No question, the little miss was submissive. But so new. Just as well she had no idea how much control it took to not open those tiny buttons, slide his hand under her bra, stroke her soft skin, and roll her nipples between his fingers. And that would be just the beginning. Bending her over one of the couches, exposing her ass, and— “There’s a small problem with this type of bondage, however,” Master Raoul stated. Wrenching his mind back to business, Dan responded to the cue. He scooped Kari off her feet, enjoying the tiny squeal she gave. Kneeling, he laid her on her back on the floor and straddled her thighs. Her eyes were huge as she stared up at him. “As you can see, she’s lying on her arms, an uncomfortable position for a sub, especially if you plan to be on top of her.” Raoul grinned. Dan rose and set Kari back on her feet. The deep breath of relief she took made him chuckle. “Thank you, Kari and Master Dan,” Raoul said. “Now someone may volunteer for the next demonstration, or I will pick two people myself.” A middle-aged couple stepped forward, and Raoul talked them through leg restraints. Dan put his arm around Kari, enjoying her tiny squirms as she tested the cuffs every few seconds. “You can take these off now,” she whispered, giving him an annoyed look. Those flashes of temper could drive a Dom crazy thinking of the various enjoyable ways to punish them. Again, she was too new, no serious disciplining allowed. But since she was still frowning up at him, her mouth was perfectly positioned, and he Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 23 didn’t resist. Tightening his grip on her waist, he kissed her. After a second of resistance, her lips softened, and his tongue plunged inside. He took her mouth thoroughly, as he wished he could take the rest of her before the night ended. Her quivering response made his blood boil and his cock strain to be set free. With a regretful sigh, he pulled back, moving to stand beside her. One hand rested on her shoulder, strategically placed to feel her body’s responses to the rest of the toys Raoul brought out. By the time Raoul finished the lesson, every beginner Dom had restrained a sub in one way or another, and Dan had discovered Kari was turned on by leg restraints also. Good to know. Now the single students paired off, and everyone wandered through the club to practice what they’d learned. With beginners locked out of the private rooms upstairs, he and Kari were stuck down here too. He remembered a relatively isolated area, though, near the back of the room and well hidden behind a bunch of foliage. He beckoned to a trainee. “Sally, run over and put a RESERVED sign on the sitting area to the left of the theme rooms.” The trainee laughed as she shook her head in disapproval. “Shame on you. That’s cheati—” She shut her mouth quickly, several words too late. Kari frowned as the barmaid dropped to her knees before Master Dan. The pretty brunette looked mortified and a bit frightened as she whispered, “I’m sorry, Master Dan.” Master Dan’s expression hardened into stone. “I’ve lost patience with your lack of control over your tongue. Show me your bands,” he snapped. Sally held out her arms. Each wrist held a narrow leather cuff wrapped with yellow, blue, and green ribbons. “First, do as I asked. Then report to Master Cullen and inform him you are to be given to a DM for spanking and his use. Are my instructions clear?” Sally’s eyes widened, and her outstretched hands trembled. “Yes, Sir.” “Go.” After pushing to her feet, the brunette escaped, almost tripping in her haste to get away. Kari stared up at Master Dan, horror chilling her body. “Did you just give her to a stranger? Just like that?” He turned. The coldness disappeared from his expression as if it had never been. “Ah, Kari. Sally is another sub in training. This is part of her instruction.” “But a spanking? And…use?” She had a pretty good idea what use meant. Dear God. Kari stepped back. She really didn’t know this man at all. Her hands were still cuffed, she realized with a jolt of fear. 24 Cherise Sinclair “Dan—oops—Master Dan, I mean.” A pretty blonde in tight jeans and an emerald green, low-cut blouse hurried up. “Z wants you to join him for a few minutes, if you could. Something about a club membership.” “Of course.” Master Dan turned to Kari, and she took another step back. His eyes narrowed before he turned to the blonde. “Jessica, I disciplined Sally for mouthing off, and now Kari’s terrified. She’s probably convinced I’m a white slave trader. Can you stay with her and reassure her while I’m gone?” “Only if you’ll agree to join us for supper next Friday.” “Works for me. Sure.” Pinning Kari in place with a hard look, he closed the distance between them. He stroked a finger down her cheek, sending a thrill through her. She swallowed hard, unable to look away from his penetrating gaze. The man had just scared her spitless, so why did his touch still make her all quivery inside? He smiled, as if he could feel her response. After unhooking her hands from behind her back, he strode off toward the front of the room. Tall, straight shouldered, gorgeous—and more frightening than Hannibal Lector. She was in way over her head here. “Ready for some female company?” the blonde asked, following her gaze. “I would be very grateful.” Kari stuck a hand out. “I’m Kari, and what you’d call a newbie, I guess.” The woman took her hand, gave a strong squeeze. Like Sally, she wore leather cuffs. Fur-lined, but lacking any ribbons. “I’m Jessica, and I’m past newbie status, but I haven’t been in the scene very long. Let’s have a drink and talk.” The circular bar was nearly deserted with only two beginners hovering at one end, and three dungeon monitors at the other. Kari slid onto a wooden stool beside Jessica. In the center, the giant bartender concocted a fancy drink, humming to the soft music of Pachelbel’s “Canon.” In dark brown leathers that matched his thick hair, he had a rough face of blunt angles and a solid jaw. After delivering the drink to a newbie, he sauntered over to Kari and Jessica. Leaning a big arm on the bar top, he gave Kari a long, slow look that made heat rise in her cheeks. “Little subbie, do you want another rum and Diet Coke?” Would speaking get her in the same kind of trouble as Sally? What were the darned rules in this place? “Just Coke, please.” He didn’t yell at her. Instead, he turned to Jessica. “Margarita?” “Yes, thank you, Master Cullen.” His laugh boomed through the bar. “So formal. Setting a good example for your friend?” Jessica grinned. Master Cullen set the drinks in front of them, gave Kari another of those looks, and left to take another order. Her face heated. Jeez. With a rueful smile, she glanced at Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 25 Jessica. “I swear, I’ve spent most of my time here blushing. And sometimes I’m not even sure why.” Jessica laughed. “If you mean Cullen, some of the more powerful Doms can make you turn red just by looking at you.” “Well, no wonder then.” This place was obviously littered with strong Doms. Her mind turned back to what had caused the worry gnawing away in her stomach. “Tell me about Sally. When she messed up, Master Dan gave her to some Dom—any Dom—to use. That seems like almost rape.” “But it’s not.” Jessica held up her wrist. “Did you see the ribbons on her cuffs?” Kari nodded. “They show what kind of activities a trainee is into. Red for serious sadomasochism, yellow for milder pain like spankings, blue for bondage, and green for sex. If she had a green ribbon, she was all right with being given to any Dom here.” “Oh.” Wow. What would that be like, to be just handed over to someone? Kari took a hefty gulp of her drink, wondering if she should have had the rum. “This place can be overwhelming. The first time I was here, I just wanted shelter during a storm. I didn’t know it was a BDSM club. There was all this stuff going on.” She rolled her eyes. “I got in so much trouble…” Kari grinned. “Tell me more.” “Next class, I’ll give you the full story. For now, how do I convince you that Master Dan’s not a white slave trader?” “Uh. It helps knowing he didn’t do something that Sally wasn’t expecting, I guess.” Kari frowned. But now that he wasn’t touching her, looking at her, she was starting to have second thoughts. Did she really want to continue? All the other beginners were off in dark corners practicing that bondage stuff, and Master Dan would be expecting to do that with her. And he wasn’t any beginner. A little thrill ran through her at the thought of his big hands on her, and she squashed it down. “But I don’t know him, and to let him tie me up or something seems insane.” “I understand completely. What can I tell you about him…” Jessica tapped a finger against her chin as she thought. “He and Master Z are friends, and he’s been a club member for years. He used to come with his wife, but she died, and he hasn’t been seriously involved with anyone since. Z said he’s changed; apparently he used to laugh a lot more. He helps with the beginners, and you certainly aren’t the first new sub he’s taken under command. Oh, and the subs say he’s one of the best Doms in the place.” Kari breathed out. Was she pleased or unhappy with this information? Knowing he was a respectable Dom—and didn’t that sound like a contradiction in terms—meant she had no excuse to back out. And she both wanted to and didn’t want to stop, before anything got more intense. She sighed and finished her drink. 26 Cherise Sinclair “It’s scary stuff when you’re not used to it.” Jessica pursed her lips and gave Kari a wry look. “And even when you are used to it. If you have a good Dom, that sense of uneasiness can be pretty exciting.” Kari glanced toward the front and saw the group of dungeon monitors reentering the room. Master Dan’s gaze scanned the room. When his eyes came to rest on her, the floor seemed to drop a few inches, leaving her dizzy. Apparently, his look was even more potent than the other Doms. He strode over to the bar, his gait long and powerful, and stood so close she could feel the heat radiate off his body. He smiled at Jessica. “Thank you for staying with her,” he said. “Kari, did she answer your questions?” Kari nodded. His hand tilted her chin up so he could look directly in her eyes. “Do I have your trust? Do you want to continue?” She bit back the yes that wanted to escape from her lips. Think, Kari. But she knew the answer, and it wasn’t changing. “He’s one of the best,” Jessica said. That must be better than blundering around with beginners. “Yes,” she said. “Continue.” Oh God, was she insane? She glanced at Jessica, and her uncertainty must have shown. Jessica gave her a sympathetic look. “I’ll get back to Z then.” She shook her finger at Master Dan. “You be nice to her.” Master Dan frowned. “If you were mine, I’d beat you more often.” Appalled, Kari sucked in a breath and then saw a smile pull at his lips, the gleam of laughter in his eyes. And Jessica only laughed as she slid off the stool and moved away. Grasping Kari around the waist with hard hands, Master Dan lifted her off the stool and set her on her feet. Startled, she clung to his arms for a second, getting her balance. “All right, Kari. Here are the rules for the rest of the evening. You do what I say. Immediately. Without arguing. You don’t speak unless I ask you a question. If you say anything, it had better be ‘yes, Sir.’ You will address me as either Sir or Master Dan.” His voice roughened. “What do you say to me, little sub?” Startled, she jerked, then bit her lip before answering slowly, “Yes, Sir.” “Very nice. Now let’s see if I remember where we were before the lessons started.” He pulled her closer. And closer until she was plastered against his body, her breasts flattened on his wide chest. He bent, taking her mouth gently, tipping her back until she grabbed his shoulders for balance. He held her easily while he plundered her lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth until her head swam. When he pulled back, her hands were buried in his hair. With a laugh, he set a hand on her bottom to press her against a hard erection. “This is what that soft, hot mouth of yours does to me,” he whispered in her ear. Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel 27 Her insides flared with heat. Clamping an arm around her waist, he led her to the back of the room. They passed roped-off areas along the wall, each with a different piece of ominous-looking equipment: benches, something that looked like a sawhorse with a shelf on each side, a massive wooden X against the wall. Some had shackles and cuffs, and Kari’s eyes widened as she tried to imagine how a person would be attached. Master Dan smiled slowly. “Next time, you will see more of the equipment. And use some of it.” Oh…my. She imagined herself cuffed to the bench or on that thing against the wall, and her lower regions actually tingled. “Um. Where are we going?” They went past a small island of plants, and he turned into a sitting area with a couch and chairs. A coffee table had the requested RESERVED sign on it. “Right here. This is as private as we’re going to get tonight.” He pulled her down onto the couch beside him and gripped her shoulders. “All right, Kari. What’s your safe word?” he asked. Kari looked up at him. His face was serious, the humor gone. And she was alone with him. 28 Cherise Sinclair
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